Truth hurts, lies damage... (which has been auto~updated to summat like lies, standard, learn to dance with them and smile..or die of boredom)
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Saturday, 13 January 2018

Little Miss well taint Miss Notice cos noticing accurately is goddessliness in my book, maybe my 'version' is a slight ergo no mix improvement a bit less clutter and a system thats easy to remember cos being an actual lifelong Bertie (i believe thats a trangender name in that version) does really rather require the ultimate in efficient simplification to quote one of her gifts.....
I needed a place were the rubber bands always would be ..... as they need to be.
No simplified perfect efficiency ....no Bertie. It is now done. Two years. rather than J~PPs mere one. i always laugh at recalling .....still.

this material is both bright bright sunlight (no there is never any need for ridiculous sunglasses furthermore i like eyes and souls) and shopping malls of darkness ... hmm how did i get from abyss to shopping malls even if thats whats at the bottom of everyone elses hell, nope abysses can have a little bungee chord dangling in, tied around your belly and someone plucking at it with her tragic little need to be valued all those mute years, no matter what anyone else may think .... was good... more than to~be glad of, indeed essential and a lifesaver..... and thats how quite rightly i have always seen that so called anus horribilis as and it would make a great artwork....as I have always known. But artwork in my world requires a utilitarian guaranteed 'good' in the epilogue at least or it's effete MAD nonsense .....
And now i know what it is.

Oh yes disclaimer to the new reader (no i don't ever look you may be alone or you may be one of dozens of hundreds; not knowing whether the juice is poison your yogi tea is spiked with, infinite really rather big black holes in so called cyberspace, or so called 'enemies' .... is a real key to creativity)

even if at the start of course there are a few 'rules' and anyone who cannot accept that word of course must be pitied, I have broken one of mine long long held because i knew that sight of them always made me go dark inside..... I never break that 'rule' and The Goddess i think she 'l[Ed]ol' at that one .... or was it the polluted otter sanctuaries ? detail never matters but the 'l' does so it better have been a non~porkie.....
Living, the that~rule~i~ignore~in~the~real~world~of~The~minds~eye~as~the~nett~effect~i~still~like..... is all that matters.
To the new reader, assume nothing. Other than light and dark = something rather lovely i saw her. But it's about us. Us matters. Getting us right is also part of what she needs. And in this day and age us is hard. But i know exactly what I am doing and what my work is about....a very lucky glad~chap..... not many can say that. I done the homework. Thats all so called genius is.

all i know is that there's a seequence and maybe if thesaurus can be moved beyond where it's been stuck for rather a while now... there may just well~be a reason for it. It's now all about her..... even if backup is always a good idea. So, will it be
three.
Who knows and one thing for certain that 'write it and it will come to pass, mate' well that would need a whole day figuring the equation either elegant or beautiful or a jumbled mess of concomitant aggression .... but there is one.

exactly maybe i needed to see his millions of square wildernesses~ and what a heart of darkness with just one clump alit, and high snow capped peaks i didn't know about.....
hahh we have a sticky t~key beware things may not be as they look.... and i'll be damned if i am gonna read any proof not only do i not need to but theres rather a lot of other far more pleasant writing to do, i think it's time for even of 4 days behind schedule but i shall porkie~piecakes with the date.

Where was I oh yes all that endless guff about 'happiness' which is almost as evil a word as dying for the sins of others one never had time to commit onesself as all work and no play makes Jack a very vengeful beast, never mind way out of balance cos you dont give your last whimper with thoughts of anything other than Mary M sat on yer face if you're human, or at least holding her hand playing rolling stone games in any life, and one doesnt lament not enough time on the job, well not that job.....

I must stop all this fuckin approved death cult alliteration even if what a splendid few years facing the two horned beast and sitting on his/her orrid forid just kicking my feet in sublime boredom with their lies and inability to live their own so called fuckin 'word' and never ever ever cynically ~ my part thats on, so called..... I believe. Not in any one elses version tho.....
And only time or rather plenty of it sat in the puddle of their tears allows one insight into that real question and i know the answer (no cap) which is maybe toss a coin, nope I am being unfaithful now to the actual pilgrim age .... nope; The deal is you can't know the actual deal, but the terms and condition number two is that only finding that yourself in a a spirit of Gladness, oops well the connotations are dangerous of course, even if it deserves a capitol all i know is the other Glad well it should be a capitol offence as it's failed what with all this everyones DSM5 and unfortunately the real version whereby niceenough innocent ordinary rural fringe blokes suffer for real too the sweeping black cloak of sickness, the real version even if telephonitis is a bit sort of old hat in that that's nowadays more the cause rather than net effect.
Back to the point. Glad ...of it all..... no not 'happy' horrid word, glad they cannot curate into some desperate little hashtag or rebrand at the heart of wellbeing or mindful of booksales tell so many lies even the fabulous babe who wrote Ecclesiastes would lose track of what time her next interview was on some dreadful ..... xxx, fill in later that means i have a life
Glad.....
Now, having found such a simplest correct work unpervetable by even the most frenetic little ex media studies graduate who seem to now dominate everything with their desperation to say any old guff to get in the media, but its the media for lettin em and humouring them, that is a hanging offence..... glad i just like saying it even typing it is ok...glad....
Glad
so the real; mission, two years to go, begins: It's all very well discovering where Florry came from, and how..... but i do believe in im. So who Muzz~It about? I know what i do when i get there but ....
Is it that Little Miss 37 rather an auspicious number that one i only discovered last bedtime which for glad people is worn out healthily by eight and dozing off on the seed ridden sofa ..... always content and centered.
Bit of a coincidence that one ehhh? But whats to be gathered from them? Ehhhh.... I don't believe in taking.
Glad...... whats the next bit? glad to know that ....?
Is the last few chapters feasible? I mean the real key to the sad little hurricane of fuckin nonsense thats sweeping this land well thats not true as cheap journalism gets done in screens in bedrooms, even Margret (hahh maybe i should!) ... they will not speak of that ~ whether after or passing fifty they too may just now and again even think of it.... thats all you need to know of this sick little shopping Aisle of YUK plastic food good for no man or even dog.....

or rewriting history. Or fake activists that cannot add in a little rejoinder which is you aint a hope in hell unless you do the homework, which has only ever been being really rather organised, behind the scenes, the screens;
her screams.
And pledging for the rest of life half the housework and that includes the little chocolate one. As long as the ferret shit's in the deal, too, as everyone needs backup which is exactly why the Green so called tupperware party are far more evil than any Govian Utopia because if you cannot preach the other page too, the bit about backup and ferret shit, and toes get broken kickin the mad violent ones, if you must not be a Gandhian pacifist, always....even facing him. And his eight years threats. In which case you may need for those dogs as its always the dogs and ferrets that suffer if around the campfire the cheeky little quip about maybe it's time for that puppy..... are insincere or at least ignorant in respect of the forever need to work very very hard when faced with the Mons and their need for revenge and animals fierst means just that, always which is the opposite of never well maybe.....
Anyway if you actually unintentionally being as one wishes and maybe also has to never claim anything, live in that wonks s word, almost all the time, you realise what a lazy word 'angels' is.... utter wobbly cakearse flabby non word. How does one put this ~ whatnext...i shall have to ponder and as that little note eight years ago, in the always organised and decluttered along the fuckin journey they all want to write books about but simply have no idea what a real one is, real Magic, (no angels definitely doesn't deserve any capitol or al), consolidated and amalgamated and deobfuscated et al., and consider how to put this.... oh yes notepade 8 years ago that's what the ' ' ' was ' get another LadyinRed so as to make up for her deficiency' but that was before they taught me Wendel was right about one thing at least, and that the names, the other words, the words hated, can be one day beautiful, it just takes a real journey ~ a balanced one, and one side of the plank is fuckin hell, thats what balance means.
Anyway if only she could see.... but is it 'art' ? as that may just form part of one quantum future war with the Robins and their nasty intent, i better get a good line finally sorted out on that one, even if i do know how to live in it. WHich never ion a month of Saturdays did i ever plan to wish to even acknowledge as possible because pretension must always be ferreted out and dug back into a freshly turned compost heap, because not reusing every single atom or moment ~ even if moments are maybe indeed just an illusion of us whom think by being aware of them ending sooner or later especially if you live in Liverpool ...oops thats not quite right meaning paths from there frankly sum up modern ways in such a way that I can't wait for ten years after the revolution as thats how long sadly it will take them to settle down and think a bit if they ever can which seems at the mo rather unlikely......we are so fuckin smart....and rational......

fuck the appos
thats is all i have time for oh yes time doesnt exist just our sad moaning about only a bit of it.
Anyway yes one man he had just cause to moan and was clearly a monster and one can be quite sure under present regime change rules would be in a dock for it, that ugly and chippie around the armpits......
But he didnt.....
As she did not.
When every other one wouldave....... shame her dad isnt in control of what next.

Anyway I dont even need to look: The Ubiquitous little sniveling toe rag who thinks his ~ or her, even if that side of the equation which totals zero dont quite seem to have caught up in battling for that new so called MuckJobs, job is Curate and neglect to read the terms and condition of the world which is that it hasn't changed and rewriting history is fascist....very much so just as f~so as Mussolini or one of the naughtier Tsars, will claim that in the background in this parable they are humming along to sopme Bowie song about how sweet it is to wear frocks when this in fact was not possible as i have a superb memory and i doubt i ever heard a Bowie tune ever outside my own front room back room actually naughty me (my sin yes) in the whole of the 1980s and nineties for that matter.... and furthermore of course will madly claim some 'foodie' heaven.... err fuckin no.... that most evil word applies to nuthin but hell and bored people who stay in towns when they pretended otherwise was their wise plan but thats for another day.....
That image is about hell. About bitter nasty lost people, mad people..... cold hearts almost as fake as the religious bigots whom inhabit in increasing numbers even my zone.... because thats what American yankee money will always encourage Utopia thats always evil and extremely dull. A fuckin fraud who I am quite sure was only thinking of ' oh why didnt i get Mary to sit on my face just a few more times all this so called work being Kingo'em and parabalising, no one goes to their grave even if nailed to it thinking of anything other than the regret that i couldnt be honest about how pay as you go is ok too... as long as you dont tell anyone... and the finest ever sacrifice is in theirs, so called....for reasons that volume 3 will attempt to clarify '.
That image is about her; the hard heart for whom even a hug is hard. Without god be praised for putting her sins in a nice vegetarian stew and reusing them as flavouring because of course they aren't her fault... even the big lie little Miss Change her story while an oath is being held above hahh hahh.....
That image is about, never ever imagine that even they may one day have a gift in that if they too can smile and hug and forget ..... then all the shit is worthwhile in the end.
Which is utopian and impossible and all very Mary Moviestar impossible because that never happens in real life so its a fantasy even if there is some small thing of the spirit how does one get to exactly what it is hmmm? I should by now have just one line, as its my whole life and i am very very good at it. I think they know.....
Hmmm maybe thats all they are, compostable, unless you meet a top notch one..... the bloody ten a penny so called angels that is......
But thats ever chagrin indeed with a grin because theres only one key to life which is waste nuthin....ever..... look at it that way and live it that way too, and eventually they make a jolly good fertile
steaming pile
Of course she overclaimed, thats the sky fairy one with her , you my angels will go and be always valued and always rather useful and good..... when they are so dozens of pennies sorry it may be enjoyable and often useful but keeping up's been far too time consuming so its time to stop and concentrate on the last batch because talk about complimentary...... just as her flowery skirt and smiling aromas to their dour ashen silent faces at table..... I have....both.

what a horrid word but maybe in it's right place if we're to be all Mode~ish for the resto'life.....
I mean how the fux sake does one get a~la~Mode....... but Gab ree ellll, he knows, once you have held the hand, well maybe, it can be almost justazzgood in that minds eye....
mode is not a word I like. But then..... there is action.
And there is noticing.....

but then the what next o'it....

was that a cry for help? meet the righ Mary and fuckin ell no more of that nonsense..... which maybe all has it's place in the universe of wonky equations that not even, no errat, especially not the old Einstein looker would have ever had a hope in the hell of Pastor Richard's organ up izz arse ever found, because he wouldknee listen.....

Anyway ~ oops back an hour, the hour i should be getting ready for the satam ritual, even if all rituals are the last refuge of the sad and stuck. Indeed back an hour and alf luv ' no way he will be yet another bimbo....off forever, until never is redeemed in her dance with redemption and not standing on her toes, because she's had some fuckin good tuff luv dancing lessons with lots of whips involved and the land where a young lassie fallin off her horse and being gently eased back on by a much loved horse slave doesn't end up featuring in a court case as yet another damnation, failed because the only way of being an 'activist' which has not gone unnoticed as some Jenny Come Lately every fuckin bourgeois tart from Kensington now puts it on her CV for Montagu to bristle in the readin ofit....oh no activist means looking the judiciary in the eye as Bertrand once did [ oh I'm crying now because i never thought i would meet a real MaryM....and i believe her ...] activism is Bertrandish lookin that fuckin Jude Iceary in her steely eye and saying mate, venal~mate [copyright me, from then] 'I ain't avvin none of your nonsense....do what you will and i shall enjoy even the rat shit the privatised companies can't manage to care about but i go all the way....all of it, always, even if maybe one needs a few years lull for other stuff'

Anyway that's for later, now, is a nation so enamored to the attention inorder to pretend T'Book will make them have real lovely fluffy relationships when only holding an old hand in hand is ever real.... and jump to conclusions as they only read the first line o some rediculous Yankee Wikki entry...... and not know the words.

And so enjoy any opportunity to jump off t'fence and spit that they cannot even listen ' uhh ohhhh no no no.....

"bimbo", was and still is ion correcter usage

quite quite

trangender

fuckin all of you unless

you prove otherwise

And are willing to give context and circumstantial evidence with a wire tap stuck up your jumper for life

hahh hahh the Belfast man:

"I make em all take a polygraph, funny how few actually turn up to the apointment i

with pois'n grace offer and propriety

set up for them so mag

nanimously"

Anyway ergonomix is just about gnomes which one realises

(cmon memory that was a line a week ago and i need no more notes ever ~ gnomes..what was it?.. oh yes bird tables...him.....funny old thing be careful of them with so many bird tables when just one big one would do.....that's the crazy sick land sickest by far on the planet I have discovered because context means other societies and hell how cynical this one has become juxtaposed

And i only make time to listen for the supposed enlightened Solomon~wise

progressive

zen )

But eight years it's taken

Now those, ergo

Gnomix

always the same plans are

finished

If only she knew how inspired

how 'muse' ~ uncap because hearing him a TRUEbad or his muse mate Pablo

now i know what one really is

But how can i find him again?

I have just one small sticker him and him stickin up the bus roofs

We shall see.

Anyway what was the only point? bimbos.... no more of them ever thanks very much Ive spent a long time trying to help them. Even if its never maliciously just trying to understand the correct definition of the word.

But we can't have that as it sounds a bit expertish and learnEd and that won't do.

Noticing is without doubt next to a centred soul whatever the fuck they are. But i do know how to spot one.

and showing their young bare soul for all the world to enjoy her cute little smile, is one thing... that indeed does negate the MAcronian Justin fuckin Monolith they think they will hide by quoting a bit of Malcom nownagain ....but an ugly fat man who knows what it's like to be ignored by the whole effete English so called summers of luv and peace and New Age Buddha sales operations (hah she thinks that 'i was in Cambodia ' impresses me as there's far far far tougher a fate than merely dancing with Scimitars to the aroma of jostix), and tbc....
All i know is that new photo on my uncluttered (no never 'minimalist') cave wall is simply so serene and yes she has it I did not see it then... because there is only one 'it'.... But did I go too far telling her of the angel ~ a sloppy word for something that one either found years wandering the sublime hills looking for the s word but knowing its far far more lifetime complex than that...
Oh yes proof of a fine mind no we don't need that self proclaiming g word... two hundred years.... indeed blame it ALL on her even if him that Mad Baddie with his big mummy issues, reckon had far far more to do with it than the history books allow....
Monsters, be they prejudiced against as example to all of humanity~ and i never listened to the Raba man his champion, of course, because he had a different accent; really fat ugly monsters from the shithole ends of the earth ~ if in those nineteen eighties you read the Guardian you would hardly know it was there it was so effetely ignored, and i bet his body odor was awful with all that beer and chips, and certainly no beautiful Afro and bandanna the whole of Chelsea wants around their wrists as he gives em a good seeing to ...... no one is going to have any fantasies of him with a Biba (£19.99 in 1970s cash and thats a husband who sells a lot of arms to Georgia or Yemen in todays darkweb of deceit) scarf draped around his chipfat dick......
Marginal.
Beyond marginal. Even if perraps its their time in the next economic as thats all they can ever manage, argument hahh hahhh MAD Nige blessim ....

Him we shall return to later, for now, a masterclass... hahh hahh fabricate those friggish redemptibles

Friday, 12 January 2018

making you fat.... never mind the fact that it has not been forgotten and Will not be, how a typical Trudueaian Kluk all pretend goody, one of the worldwide eveil epidemic ovvem..... except there is far far worse..... has let one down rather for some years...it's the time wasted on such people believin they just may be what they
say....and act
and have the right expensive gear too to show whom they may be .... that's the evil.

All i know is moaning should be banned.Walls built against any self conscious self regrading little Justin. And as for gendahahhahh hahh......... and soul. And not needing a mick.

maybe that should be the 'policy'.....
That maybe opposite ....
Anyway all i know is I have an errata to get in. The closest thing i have to a voice of reason.....never mind i forgot the one whom, says it all....and describes with such beauty how it's all very well being Little Miss Human Rights.....'but in my house....' My house the end of humanity for the British soul that reminds me soul......I am meant to be guiding La Revolucion onnit...... and there are some that earn the right to be guided.....
I mean to think [big smiley emoticon thing for those whom understand only such inhumanity],,,under ECs watchful smile. Even Gab ree hell couldn't magic that one into realism.

even if only one form learned in my YUKish pig arrogance ....what a way to have lived and learned it. E.C. looking on..... some dreams are unhaveable because they were never in a million wink of a blind womans eye .... on the echo sounder.

[nuthin they have i would want hahh i have all i need and always have]"....flippin lizards can even they listen?....to what is doin the tango with the lacuna between the lines.....'. All i know, is nuthin else matters and i always do what i say, and more....eventually, and that the meaning of life is knowing just how willie the babe that wrote that Ecclesiastes was at her slam pottery..... cos every shard she spits out and tries to say summit clever with.....I can turn to some actual use. And thats all I like doing.
Nuthin else matters....means do the work, to prepare for what fuzzies were always for...... even if they're so damn self contained they'll sue for copyright in the parables to come just for something to do.... just cos they can.
I mean 'artificial intelligence'; being as there are at last several reasons (never eat "uuufs" from just one hole) to tart up ones act that isn't. Oggle can suggest an obvious alternative for 'theyre' as 'they're' yet it cannot even be consistent enufff to manage 'that's' for 'thats' which in the flurry of pure love of all of life, all..... i usually on first draft (still in ) omit apostrophally....
Anyway i know what i mean, and i know what mean what you say means. And i know someone else does too. And that quantum entanglement has an extra little bit screwed into the gubbins of the mathsssss cos this is a territory a mad people are never welcome uinless they shut the fuck up and piss off off our wireless as if they are all actually mad then the definition of 'narcissism' is not realising that everything said in such a society may well HAVE contributed to such ubiquitous sick dysfunctional madness so yer better shut the fuck up and listen to some other more sane people like Thomas Bernhard and his young reader i never thought i would find......... anyway where was i mumbo jumbo hocus pocus [god talk of suicidality, Something Understood, for so many years a source of occasional wise culture, has become ...no stay off that tangent, garbage cheap overclaiming so called insight, the that no one will ever find any key to no matter how hard they try and write a bestseller about their understanding of some spiritual pants..... because that's the 'deal'.... always was and always will be. And all i care about ios solidarity with some good compañer ass JeniferJenifer oops gone and kept the otherfont oh well machines cant ever mean what they say they will do reliably unless you spend ten NHSs on them so...blah blah over to erudite essay site. Essentially its got cakes innit like everything else does except in real countries where they don't need such absurd child food......

Thursday, 11 January 2018

Well of course its the Bob~fing mark two..... and I am not likely to forget that little parable any time soon even if there are many anorrally blogged aweek ... because she is on well earned earworm....
With her bitterness and spitting....and shouting...... and 'loudness'...... and downright cheek..... i mean who the fuck does she think she is? The Answer?

Two hemispheres....... a weave of what god only knows but even if the writing began actually bang on schedule yestermorn...well, aft, by the time the last bit of the see quince ready....
With a joke...because that was the key that of course their 'darkness' to quote the fabulous spikko of chain gang groping as she just said "ola, so where are we on my womb today...and my request"...not me ! always that bit gets forgit about in their mist obscuring the actual intent which is only ever utter bullshit.....
talkin of which I mean god almighty a two hornerd beast and she is the key to unlocking their Christian self pitying death wish pretending not to be a cult.....
I mean she thinks she could wreak the Apocalypse on any man who dared to stalk her. addendum happen to notice.....
But even if yesterlight..... was my day to begin, all this material...Light material... I mean for fux sake thats cheeky as for five years that's been my never sought but rather good at hobby....
I like only the cheekiest...... and thus she shall be the Queen of Plato1.... hahh hahh there we are i didn't have a name for her until it just writ itself.....

hahh hahhh 1 equals, sorry, being as perverting the course of justice is a game carries potential life, innit, the rat infested hole of uncaring Liverpool .... equality means not telling so many of em luvvvsss..... cos respect has to be earned and equality must never be earned on any false premeyes....or it only hurts the earner usual a few undred quids grand buy a nice little maybe cafe one day that luv wunnit..... and hurt winners turn into monsteritis swept the land....spesh this region.... my definition of region being 20 mile radius any place i happen to be forgetting it by wandering it.... that should be them/it.... femminism on court cases coll;apsing where even the so called educated so called journalists cannot point out that some little not quite so innocent acusatrix...[fuck that's a good one along with her 'direcrix' that i adore and always will] did also have a part to play for the two years gathering evidence that was never there by not withdrawing her falsies....as my woman the Great one Margret no matter what she calls herself..... did larff at..... because she with her 80 years once had pride for her sex.... even if she's trying to get me to react at the counter to takles of her knickers.... [ not even a flinch, cos i know who actually invented punk and it was no mere boring male cockney, oh no... its the wrong war they have always fought and as i am bored of it its now time to join in...inabit...and i win my unwinnable wars]

of course there's only one version..... no Thery of the switchin paradise, choice

But what of that funny little phase, of telling one small white lie to each person glanced against on the pilgrimagical roundabout..... quite deliberately, was that to kill the endless so long gift phase?...well it didn't work. But lies that's a too big word, all i know is i luv cheek....

Anyway back to the Queen of Plato1.... hahh hahh i lied, of course but as the frogs know at least one lie is alowed....and hence i must prepare..... because I like preparing...Ive dunnit all my adult life which generally speaking doesn't begin until at least 25 and all children are innocent so this is now only the grown up affair.... as someone knows as she must have it that way and who am i to know better.....
ANyway if one were to wish the Chronicles, what a crock of gold at the end of a rainbow of yellow black red and green..... what (to Quote Margret) an exam[ple...of how Montaigne would never have dared suggested may be one perfect extension of the dictum on how the fuck to live...well....as a woman too.

Indeed...maybe that was all i was really ever Searchin' for while pretending i am above the tawdry hunt.

Which brings me back to the true joy another maybe end of the quest for nothing much... now i do know I think what Gabriel (thats Brie~elle.... not fuckin effete English versions thank you very much) went through to give us Florry..... well, i was paying attention in class..... lets just say for now as the end is a good two years hence..... that discovery what wasit that the quantum business isnt quite as they say and it hits a target that is just aside the one that you never thought you could have a good jab at.....
and you only see the United bulls eye when youve gonnan gottit not by accident they dont exist.... but because thats the rule.... and you dont need four great big fat ego equals lets see squared ....equations sum to sum up everything that ever was and is because just one simplest blink of an eye will do it.....
or is it 'wink'......
over to the research station.

of what exactly cos, lets go back to oh nine....... sat around a campfire with a blondie.....
hahhhh hahhh hahhhhhhhhh if only she~KUH,new, yes KUH.....it's always been about im, and even err who said she was gonna call me about the whole damn set...... how forgiven that which was never forgiveable....cos twas never an actual sin.
Now I know, if we put that Liverpool Care so called pathway aside, indeed chuck the whole fuckin place over the fence....his new fence, well my new version of his fence..... what the song was about.
And then there's this one too.
Because no Liverpool uncaring pathway into a cell where against the fuckin Treaties.......yer locked in with the rats all day, the treaties assuming humanity enough to clear out the fuckin bins.... never mind some life.

Versions.
That's all it is versions of what?
All I know I know the Answer cos she called me today, if we can ignore the fuckin chants that is.......
I met one, at 500 mph en route to hell, she noticed.....
Ande I shall never forget, and h'ant...
And that's heaven in the eye of the big one.
And this one....she remembered.
Our chat.
One that 'got away'.
The one about weasels.

Anyway it's always been about Bob..... that may be Bob in a dress even if they're not exactly practical attire never mind gender stereotypin..... when a girl I once knew could whack a nail in to a broken fuzz cage better than any mere boy.....
But once, only once...I said around that campfire even if for artistic artistry i may have to amalgamate a few separate events into one..... ' he is the new, one....luv [always a term of endearment in my world, of hating Northerners even if I lie, even if anyone who uses the word hate is a liar too as it's not really possible, even if Bob the first goes and profits from weaving that nonsense into his goddam luvsongs...]'.
And of course that was sexist because I could not have imagined that all the time there had been the next one, even if no one took much notice of her and her blonde lox.....
And of course, because there is a course, there are rather a lot of lines to weave....... that should not exist because there was no way on earth that one was ever going to, for the timer it would take to vomit on the ridiculous younger~man tops that so called Professor Brian and the even worse in truth un~Professional Jameel ....wear to look trendy and hyped..... when whats the fuckin big deal about some big bang a billion and a bittago because if the simple sums of the so called standard model are so absurdly precious, precocious, downright sulky, and subject to a feel around the thetas by some swanky televisual Massachusetts prof such that I am quite sure they'll be running to Oprah too telling tales about some quantum shifty moment in time that may never have existed or indeed may ......except some time ago just when all the lawsuits began to get swanky new campfires in the countryside places cos that's far more trendy than mere Jameel's ridiculous towny t~shirts, and exciting cos there's the risk of being the next, or first in fact Shannon.....
Anyway mere fashion pegs ~ we will be hearing a lot more about one of them later, because she is the quantum impossibility which proves one simple point, that never mind so called intelligence, or even creativity, there is simply no way of ever predicting ever in a million to the power of flight number 00057 witchies surfing every gravitational wave to its bitter end and death in atrophy and stillness, in fact just getting stuck when it comes up against the infinite banks of witchie poo.....
Anyway to get to the point, although it's clearly going to take several well written volumes, because there is now a reason..... never mind the immos, the world went very Kipper~mad when all the Brians and Jameels stopped saying May ~ even though such a small little quali.... oi ang on I mean we know it's not very intelligent but i never look anything up, thats the key to appiness, and being your own creative force, but as I have an observer or so and good English is now required as the best one - neigh the one the other side of the equation that starts impossible and has a may sign in the middle and the other side of the maths is 'zero' meaning that her universe cannot actually exist, until she is...never mind perfect symmetry and rather elegant in the equation sense, i.e. beautiful, in the fancy maths sense.......... ....aint first lang...... where was i oi ang on.... 'may' I was going to capitalise as its so important a word, but ang on ...a 'verb' how can to be Theryfying be a verb.....or should that be Therifying who cares but the omitance of May as such an important word that was for some decades unarrogantly applied quite properly especially as the passage of time even if we may only experience it passing as our journey is indeed across the aisle seats rather than any mere time passing during a conversation, and what a conversation, to ....to get to the point proper human beings would liberally apply the word May..... where it should be i.e. in sentences bound to be forgotten often only a decade on as the latest theory proved the old now superseded one rather imaginary..... or at least looking at it all, whatever the so called all may be, rather as if her eyeshadow has crumbled into the sensitive bit of her tear duct if she ever had one and caused a lot of sludge to dribble down the cheek (gosh both, is that illegal yet) ...where was i, oi, verb..... ang on.....
1,000,000xfn00057[yes they must own all those zeros just to show they are the evil empire in so called charge, as any explorer 35 years ago with a brain would have discovered at first contact, to be a sign of "DSM 5" - to quote her 'Book - is just a plea for help..... because some neuroses are absolutely obvious in cause and effect...]+awellwaxedsurfboardeach = maybe, or as those fine Article 7 racists say 'moje' what gravitational waves were invented FOR..... and hence had to be quantumly imagined into existence because i have discovered absolutely anything is indeed possible despite the resistance every algorithm in existence would have applied to ticking those particular boxes...

now i write my letters with a fancy pen.... which is only in there as it fits.

Thing is, although not copyright me, so does this...and she will have to fight me for it across the wall. Even if that should be 'stripe'. Which is a very intelligent German way of putting it. That which no one can or will as it's clear the mob took over many a year ago.

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

s'orrlll very well one Goddam Goddess and err 'stalk errrrr'
But who was one a~stalkin cos eckerslike there was always only ever actually one Goddess.... [and she add dark ones]
And I had given up at least several Socratic longtimespans ago even dreaming she existed....
Never mind be behind the banners wither....
Never mind there's Ernesto winkin atus.....
Never mind every angry little line she spat 'write it and it may well come true'
is true
that was a mere eight yerarsago..never mind
There is so called 'time'
And zero
doin the tango with Little Miss Infinity

Never mind words i knew i would never utter because it would be impossible....... to be continued

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

A euphemism for Missus Mon as the last one you may see...... god I laughed.

So that babe who wrote that one about time for this, that and wasting your early morns listening to all you get now is listen to Mee mee yummy yummy mee even on that which Serviced the World.....
Is ended.

Monday, 20 November 2017

' as dawns red ended finger stabs at the day and light is "Kindled" into ....' thats it ... of course there was never any hope for humanity when the bbc alowed dumb white religious fruitbat trash to migrate into it from out West .....who would never know the beauty of Miss Eccerslike's ' there's a time for this, that, long black nights pondering marriage proposals under the cold blankets and Misswriting 'bedpan' for bed warmer. Light is magnificent but dark is there for a reason too and it aint no yin and yang nonsense....

Sunday, 19 November 2017

a jolly good palaver with even your 'enemy' at that particular moment is all you ever can be.
Though it should always be in the open...ing.

And the fools of this generation who think for a moment that anything in the future can really be kept on the Que tea are denying the inevitable 'transition' that democracy will evolve along the lines of no matter how many chest cams the plod seem to mysteriously find are ubserviceable just at the key moment....

sunlight....
always, only..... even if America partly sort of invented it.
frig you cant put the future back in yer trousers it dont work like that and sadly New new lost Labour wont accept that.....
words are out there for good. Period, red Dawny fingers or not.
deal with it and have all your thoughts in public as that argument was over forever ago. Those worthy of being remembered maybe should be until better ones cone along, or rather combinations of ones that are quite adequate espesh as most have forgot what the sipler ones ever meant, and the rest forgit...
except tongue in cheek. And bedroom doors are for slamming if its a bit too drunk or raunchy in there. Walk Away....

The Woodlanders, just a few days ago...
' corr flippin eck did you hear....i guess one does have to accept real change even if none of my biz.... [and i read a book a year ago by Norwegian young woman Asne of her time in Baghdad two months before the big S day and a month after, his terrible evil, and his many henchmen, our troops murdering defenceless women and kids as they tank it up on him.. and i trust Norwegians unlike almost anyone else ... no unlike all politicians Green party members etc who never describe WHy the fuck democracy matters with good stories, well her stories settled it sorry always no matter what blah diblah in small brackets as one cannot speak like that any more as most people are too thick to bother listening to anyone...spesh all the many moaners stuck in lament on sea sawed off their own lands blame it on THEM as none i knew put a sign up ...except one brave babe..]... i mean age 18 i was wandering around there afer quite possibly one up the bum some nice chap took me for a drink at some ausie music club just off the plane...maybe it was the jetlag or maybe some little potion anyway a awoke after zonkin..... entirely....my pants nicely folded end of bed..... i never took em off.... who cares that was a body that regenerated entirely within 2 years it wasnt my bottom he fondled, that one doesnt exist any more hah hahh.......along with my jock region my several best friends nancy boys one very high ranking mil, would endlessly grope and be told to grow up and fuck off or its my knee youll be groping soon as it exists your bloody jockstrap on the rebound ...... .anyway changed, fuck i left the place within a month cos it was full of so many utterly terrible biggotted sexist pigs...... went NZ instead nearly as bad not quite... who would have thought they voted for that change .... oh well the world has changed....adapt or die ... '

that is another rewriting of history just as bad as no one gave a fuck about Mister Curry's fabulous smoldering jockstrap nestling in between the garters and i believe it was about the most watched and karaoked cultural form for many a decade... the issue was, non. Done.... there was no sufferers group radio to go on Wireless 4 1/2 years old people would know to just shut up... for 'survivors of being in the Rocky fan club' which i believe was massive....i never join clubs even suppose Ed 5 % to local charities O~oops if you believe that you are thinck because i have done the actual investigative journalism into the local charities....

The ultimate fake news is indeed i think that smug 50 plus so called journalist suggesting he would not run away crying at the biker smell as he spins on his little Four turntable for his captured audience probably the ony time its ever been Fourplayed to make them look smug, errata good.... like one of you, ooops bikers have been programmed too to know reading and writing is 'elite' so they dont any more hence Mr P with his Zen failed too.

oh yes a three year old knows that if one actual gang member who still wants to be a member of the big gang but maybe wants to start his own little gang in the toilets of just him, is getting a bit uppity and s/he may or may not have a legal point all rather confusing whether or not one wishes to delight in sedition or even treason on the charge sheet ..... well the very last trying you do is waste your time trying to play conkers or doing fair or and free trade in them, with the one who actually has left your gang ...cos that may give funny ideas to the one sulking in the bogs while s/he is pondering which way to blow with the wind........ thats raining conkers on someone but when actual aircraft fuel burns have ACTUALLY decreased only 10% over the last decade (words of a jockey Ofem ...which radio Four year old seem unable to manage to record, unlike me, rather favouring these silly young Billies largely yank who endlessly for decades overclaim Utopia and free to fly hairyplanes..... )....and generally petrol goes up in price..... funny old world its gonna be when all this otherside of planet stuff is figured to be a bit pricier with all that inevitably inflating gas which anyway Paris, belle or otherwise has really rather footstamped and said 'non'....
Even I until that interview had believed them in fact assuming ohh all those fake news sorry no , believable, professional sounding journalists who curate these Utopians sounded interesting and must be true that Leonardos technology would by now have slashed all fuelburns by at least 50% listening to radio Fourever lost in liminal space (oh all the trendies have claimed that, my, word now too on their profiles...liminal is here now and its unclaimable, just is...despite them)

Anyway none of my biz quite sure i shall be dead before any three year old would say even if never out loudf, as was utterly obvuious and reported here i believe some 3 years ago about, ehh sorry, we cant be nice to you we have to focus on the one sulking in the Belgian bog who needs to see you are crying more than he, and that the only great songline ever really includes the words think twice even with such a poetical gorgeous sounding surname... Puuuuccssschhhh i am jealous....
oh yes i near forgot, Nurses, In?
justice
cruel tutours (i know one - with that tie of his)
Oppression.
my purple pen has run out, figure yerself.

never mind surely the only cultural construct thats even more beautiful (i shall deliberately slightly Miss Quote...cos i wish to share nothing with anyone i never met anyone worth sharing anything with except one who said two pregnancies ago ' ehh no that so called sharing economy never eard of it radio 4 construct too....pants' and i trust her.....cos she got a star)

Indeed ' all that matters with people like him as your neighbor [whatisisname Marlon made im] mister ...is that you are still alive...' ergo even if with her Frog accent ergo would be a bit hard for her....so she acts. With compassion...... and tutors him what she knows before eee's off dealing with yet another sad yank gone all gun totin.....

Anyway there comes a time when a leopard does need to reveal her spots which a Frog woman would on;y laugh at because not hiding them and knowing that you dont need to grope them either unless you get the right kind of alluring signal is called civilisation and growing up..... and no suppression ever works, only freedom to discover the line yourself or indeed among wonderful sorted babes one respects fully as equals, no matter what, its even better.... and that all words are silly and security guards were invented not to oppress the custom of silly nightclubs unless they get very violent but in fact were invented to be so cheap that every MP could afford three for a year on their wages and exs so all moaning is rather fey,.....

on the beautiful pristine teeth of Theryfying's saccharine encrusted smiley ones .....and lesser, somehow 'other'....
Never mind i mean its bad enough them all claiming they were at every other Think White drug addicted Duke's concert when i know they werent as i was the only one i knew who had a few of his lots of good tunes lps..... no one had ever heard iof him by early eighties i know as i put them on occasionally.....
But almost everyone had heard of and seen the erson who DEALT with one subject so beautifully and indeed i believe i was forcve fed the fumes from his jockstrap at about the age 1976ish about row 10 .....Mister Curry well and truly dealing with the issue once and for all that blokes dressed up in stockings and suspenders is in fact a jolly fine thing with some great songs mixed in too, and it sure made me jealous all my 100% hetrosexual life that i didnt have the guts....to have a go myself just once..... cos ee was not only fab, ee was the best ever, no esteem issues, no concomitant self harm or facebook self harm group moan .....

Anyway define fake news, a ver very rare accidentally switching on the button and that sort of BBc middle aged old person sort of hint in the lit that they were there too as poncey young Oxbridge or wannabees who could only get to Goldshmiths with their two bees.....
That these smug 'populists' want to redeem themselves to their captive 'people' by suggesting they went to the same parties where they may have danced the jig or pogo.....or whatever you do to update, fiddlewith, rebrand, mercantilise a perfectly good dance which is all we even needed once we had indeed discovered civilisation is no more religion ever no more silly body fetishsism ever blah blah blah.....
and its not a 'death threat' suggesting only good place for David Cameron and his little boob thats gonna turn out to be rather pricey as of course any three year old can work out no deal means pound down prices way way up and no German will give a fuck about '30000' jobs to a country that because of pound way way down cant ever afford em any more, anyway their banks just as bad as the best investment in Europe was it turns out to be the I'm alright thank you very much, steadily climbing Euro as it has been for decades, despite what the mass Philistines and nigels may have said, which is all gonna lead to mass huger already is really the way butters got all uppity....
which is perfectly ok cos so called 'staedy as she goes' tillerism leads to Mister Shearin the soul and spirit and any truth out of music...
hardship and squalor and bleak plain frocks of 37 years ago..
leads to a truly great way to die, and it cannt be a death threat as plenty would have paid in blood to be in the cage with her Prettyship and Dave and Babs...i mean the ones i really pity is what kind of history books are his kids gonna have to be protected from cos talk about errr...coercion, manipulation, boo boo....

which is the greatest movie line ever even if not actually said, but shown so beautifully even before the Floyds came along with their fishbowls and lost souls lost.... or about the same time i dont have lectorphilia such that i care about exact facts and wikki anyway 20 mil quid on a line and we still dont have (officially) more than 0.1 meggalie

Anyway, the preacher: 'no concept, even word, even IF.... can ever be clarified in less than three sentences...' even if its fuckin obvious that that particular rather famous scene summed it all up that a jolly good naked grope is both are responsible and anyway a cuppa with no guilt after the fact is just as much part of it......I mean who would have thought one would be saying that the definition of the Black swan new Queen yes please is Julia H~B......
Like errr nuance like err a beautiful movie Arraps the best ever even if it didn't work.... demonstrated that it is all just a game, sport, unimportant, even strippin off offensively naked (still illegal in most of the lands of body fetish like the back gardens of Nevada~ your own, even just the boobies) and a cuppa is in fact the solution to everything always and anyone who takes her catscratshes across Roddy's back seriously is just as mucha fool.....'
oops that was maybe five lines anyway.... all men are innocent who watched that genuine pornography rather than the yankee stuff with all their nacho bottom slappin between strokes which never was erotic, not sticking it in is far more actually thrilling especially with some good African choral bongo music on the jukebox loud....

Anyway everything went backwards when everyone failed to make their kids watch If and inculcate them of yes i forgot....'concomitant' in a poem written very very fast at the last minute to a judge or minions means, fuck with me I am right and you know it and i can use a big word and know what it means: fuck with me and i am the same as you have learned the hard way which is what Injustice nurses never mind whats that other gem it'll return later...
leave me a lone, we are all just the same lost fishbowly fishes....full fuckin stop...pick on one of my minions who despite so many free hours legal advice can no longer ever listen any more to 'put the word concomitant your legal statement it says fuck off and leave me alone go and pick on some moron who cannot even listen to his own much desired and never paid for great legal advice' which sums up every so called 'victim' in these lost Raodkill lands...so i give up.

lost track of quote marks which should in fact be a hanging offence because when teachers started to confuse children with 'option's whether post modern or not, thats child abuse, full stop so naughty me but io dont have time or bandwith to be perfect as one should always strive to be as example anyway where was i.... even dyslexics wont forget 'good boy one little matk at opening of said sentence, another little one end and anything in the said bit said by someone else gets two little maks simple innit.... they go and fuckin fiddle with....
Not surprising YUK has worst mental health by far in EU....by far.

Oh yes addendum errat... 'Jewish rat' completely naughty boy it should be (i pondered at the cave door ) J~somethong i foget rat to emphasise as if it were CC~J rat in fact the correct nomnecultura because sat at a beery pot smelling table about 37 years ago even my uneducated band of proto free thinkers already knew that there is more likely similarity in the genes of an Aborigine Ausie rat as a white trash neighbor's rat be it pet or scroffling through left around detritus and that all labels are a social construct or cultural construct so that in fact the word jew is false indeed just a CC or SC... and frankly even having tea with a nasty person who has usurped that word to build more houses sneering so sneakily at those whos gardens were pinched building more and more hosues and paying fat women to go on radio fourplay and proistletise upon the peace she sees outside her settlement new window is the root of so many dead people especially chilren and frankly even if pacisifst non~metaphor for anything, there is only one punishment that can possibly do for disobeying her Goodbyeships final one sane act ....

Bring him back from the dead, and some new technology to make it even louder than it already was, tie err down ...for disobedience and
pandering to the truly tragic definition of gone wonky, because if you think your CC~J rats have more rights to eat the slops in the CC~P rats and its ever gonna end in anything other than tears until permanent sharing of everything even the CC~P rats poor unemployed Palestinians are probably forced to barbeque, just to feed their kids.... and anyway all thats as nonsense as even the so called progressives telling bravely George king of the Gallows on rt that 'my own kind have become genocideres really rather a bit ' ....anyway thats their problem and leaving the locals to deal with their own problems tragically is the only way that usually ever works properly and finally....

Anyway there is one person who lets down her beautiful skintone... the one that winked when the barrel of a gun thought it had scarred it for life (and no mere thick Tuber it seems got my only ever online comment ' friend respectfully i say to you no dont go and bbq her would be assasins, no you are mistaken, they Arraps havent taken from her, i think it actually makes her more beautiful than the pure beauty she was .... because she wears her damage with a smile...that isnt overclained or fraud....some things you cant fake, even well daddy~educated, her...could not fake she ..means it.... forgive, witha smile'

Anyway gobby babes who go and take tea with a political elite who steal stuff and then try and blame it on sonme fuckin sky fairy..... who in fact like all bullies, as all sane people knew 47 years ago the best way to treat any bully a real one not an imaginary one like the Torygraph, coas real bullies hit chilren, period, when able to outnumber or because their parents have so overfed the poor thiong they are like an el;ephant, sorrty disrespectful to elephants but its better than killin em, thats what that word is for, period, and when mighty politicians accuse a mere rag of 'bullying' there is no hope ever for any words to be pure and not bent over Montaigne's aga and gioven a good one up the bum ... actuallyy errata i am suire that he knew any back alley stuff was just sick and that all sex is in the mind and even a really well used many kiddo front passage if you know what true love and desire is will always eel just as good as a silly brown one....
i must read that blogpost so what were his comclusions becayuase indeed i have only ever worried about that very fact is turnin em iover for a good bit of over~the Aga even if one should know by no w never ever have anything to do with Middle Class English who would rather the latest Aga than a jolly good bit of warming up over it....
and go forbid the man who suggests after about 40 they fancy women same age as rather sexy still far more so than any nipper or even 30 year old.....
they dont like that at all.....

Anyway where was I...... punishment, ok maybe Metallica or even those rather fabulous Malevolent ones ~ well one song at least....

If i were in charge i would bring im back from the just dead and give erra bit of her own medicine....front row...in a cage with Barbara~ far more evil as anyone who has on their business card 'Wise Woman' and 'mindfulness you can be assured has a lot of very unmindful very painful issues of their own, like avarice and cash register to bed with~erritis.........two birds
One Stone....

one kind of 'pain' actually was.......
stood rowish tennish....
nineteen eightysomething ish which in fact was superb decade if you do accurate research....
because the real 'sorted' were just realisng that you have to fight, Duran and company....mercantilism stealing everything...... me i aint fuckin changed because when you were right you knew it...and felt it...in your gut

is a lotsa noise fan and any sane person knows that there was only one woman (why didnt she call me after our so perfect encounter overa bottle of 8 quid ink ' fuckin ell luv i shall steal it...' uniformed her: ' you should its such an extortion racket ere,and gropey boses we all luv and avve a great laugh with...anyway no one will stop you if you did eight quid a bot~o'Parker utter robbery, especially me...i was brought up a punk you know '
we shall come to that later and us kissin in the Aisles over thoughts of Missus Sioux.... who i see can still spread a bit of cutting custard... who was not ion fact the first great female punk or indeed any punk as i know the one whom was....)
( 'honest i swear on her lie yesteraft i was humming it on earworm') so now we know that heavy grunge doesnt make you a decent non~'settlement' fan ..... we had better stop the mixed up confusing occasional loud music fuelling the dawns....
And if one (i think i will rename it 'Arrrraps' in forever lament as clearly its terminal even if i have worshiped for about 30 years) i am loyal and only ever MissSpel Perraps in honour cos honour is such an important word......of one pure mind. Failed to be right, theres no success like failure as some very confused once good writer deserved his Noble for cos its given me sucha headache for years yes i would have blown a fuse too and said 'ear ave it i cannot figure if you are good or bad or mad or bad...... or the last cummin cos theres always a better one round the corner, and you were beaten by as fat black geezer when (' Est the musix come back...it does that..it loops around and we can hear it now loopin so called back')anyway but ear just ave it and go away....and retire cos there are some other old people who can also still cut the custard and mustard and be quite good and one only has so much available social capitol as Hillers couldnt take in either, which means time and cash,...'
Anyway overclaiming a euphemism for being very sad confused Stuck, lonely maybe and saying the first thing that comes out of your gob when in fact even i knew to generally keep it shut Most of the time to about 35 as one knows nothing at all for real til then, except some stuff that comes out via the song magic, sometimes....as if by or a spiv because pity is defined by the spiv who believes their marketing tutor is not grooming them to be frankly the end of humanity which everyone knew when Reggie designed Grott as The Answer its called a metaphor, and not informing your children about the Mon is just as evil as pulling their fingernails out as the coparent paints them against the rules frankly, anyway thats a that then but spivvy marketspeak which is the content of most books these days never mind blurbs...... never mind everything by default in the true danger, the not only overuse but it now seems absolute default use of far too 'professionalized' words and concepts and big words that every single about 15yrs plus speaks in now and there is incontravertable truth in the fat it doesn't work...
I mean i only ever use one big word, symbolically, and ones disciples need to be told the stories of why..... and how, by inserting the word 'concomitant' intoa legal ish letter to a fairly educated person like a judge, as against a social worker as they would assume you have MissSpelled cummonitaint...... because no one understands and hasnt for decades that even trailer trash scum Prolls 50 years ago VALUED words and Ragged was handed out with every union card and also lovingly passed around the squatter camps of even Bolton or Manchester or welsh valleys no doubt..... and that shoving good words at a kid is all that YUK has ever been about indeed is 'class' and so so easy to break i mean i could teach anyone no matter what suntan level or even the ones who wear the wow I'm special badge of 'dyslexia' which top female expert S hemisphere a decade ago said on wireless (actually a bit longer ago but a decade sure goes quick and is the correct universal unit of measurement as Theroux P so magnificently just post eleventh Sept stated wait a decade before writing a good book onnit') ...top Educationalist professor babe S Hem 'it is imaginary, its just crap parenting' top N Hem Ed babe 'shut up i am right' i have the recording as does BBc yet they still give face to the victim support groups ...i know nowt anyway i do know that overclaiming will destroy the soul forever. It is counter everything that is human even Toms so called 'Fool' oops was that George of That Weaver..... sat in the pub the nasty old fascists knew their local autistic spastic had his own perfectly good fabulous uses, there was no looking down on him, indeed if my memory serves me well in the greatest book of all time ever it went something like ' Fred simple Village green idiot now eeee missess little between occasional downpointin ead...lickin up the spittle droolin out corner of is gob.....eee misses far far less than so self important so called non spastic types so lets go and ask im has ee seen that lost Weaver....?' actually i am fairly sure said Idiot was gainfully and appily employed as the bar slave pickin up their dirty glasses and dancing to his own gig between them...most happily and with doubtless pure aplomb no one noticed....
Anyway overclaiming is the death of anyone ever any more understanding that the loss of nuance can be an accident too ~ a mass one.... as we can see in three hundred odd fat people over an ocean ....cos Mockingbrid was beautiful as were a few other things and occasionally still are in fact theres one who proves it doesnt have to be so...... and e looks like Jesus.Bit we will come back to him post mortem.
Overclaiming is worse than gassing Jewish rats who are trying to pinch your ferret's food despuitre the rule book and every countryman and his wifes tail i have ever heard say will NEVER ever happen as rats run away crying at the smallest whiff if a ferret, always always and its more likely to see a Black Swan than a rat sharing a ferret plate of grub (Sweets did lie at first ' yes as she once said Morrisons cat food best value, good tips matter, as much as good tails, but we try here i shall request the kilo box back for you.. they have so kindly removed as a value choice twitter fed sercvice to our users so that they may have more diversity in range... that no one ever took advantage of as everyone would always like me buy the fuckin cheaper kilo box the rest is for fuckin incomers from Infantalised Nottin Ill.....).'.... it is so so much more dangerous than anything as sane people have known and did know 37 years ago.....

Not an overclaim:

Gawwd....sorry i kinda felt ill.... the racket, a bit loud really back here ten paces from the front.....there is a line......

where pleasure does in fact turn into pain and genuine health and safety issues in the inner ear and gut..... stood here afront maybe 30 years ago......
same week as Nanci and older whiffier but stillperfect Joan maybe even

Actually thats another question maybe worth living to discover The Answer to, will she, so absurdly unnoticed by anyone else behind her blushes and specs and humblest conceivable demurity ....and the man they are making the next hunter film about of course he wouldn't, cant listen to' there she is the best she is not them.... groom her..' will she repeat her own querulous rejoinder: 'dad now as i said to the Troubadour of my Aisles when he tried to offend me with his truths his and his " Smith, Z., Self W., even quite a few other english like Amis M., who tell you why you shopuld laugh at them...no only a European writer like this one can simply just make you larrfff by not telling you anything so much as he said every chapter has involuntary pants piddlin innit to which i simply shrugged im off with his maybe innuendo with "oh well ill read it sat on the bog then...".... anyway he's probably right with his maybe only the over 50s can get it....never mind truly larrff for real at the absurdity of us all..... and me a long way to go so you better take my suggested precautions..... '
now.... ' we have a shared lexicon at last' is all that really books are for...... because some cultural constructs, are to be used for only, good. And there has always been simple A list good and bad even if it gets a confusing. And poor poor New New new labour hell theyve gone and got knickers twisted around my shopsign 'Acedia' which was not about anyone else ever than, everyone.... who looks for a so called good book....to invest in, or brag of having on your mantlepiece or shelving.
and i aint changed my mind in twenty years. Thank the gods. But proof, thats another thing. So....at last we are ready for a real book, The final one.
The solution.

perrrrraps...... (which is biggest joke on me ever cos that once beautiful french mind so so many years ago first groomed most unf=gropingly as some minds are too good to defile with even holding hands, with her 'Arrrrraps' perched between us on her bed that she not only ignores Facebookian passport request a few months ago but even her goes and marries some 'Maybe~Jesus' cult member and now its every day ten posts of them sat singing Cumbyahhh on the stage their local, so so high production values as clearly hes a nerd and looks one too, and wont unfriend me like i beg cos its the definition of hell each new smug thing interspersed with pictures of THEIR post nuptial croissants .... i bet i fuckin asked err first, too.....

even if snoggin coppers or exs and gettin a larff ' I mean the Frogs, they would consider it offensive if i didnt do this.... '
No, its thee luv..'
never mind a week ago, or was it two, too much happening too fast, which is bad as i know Paradise is nuthin ever happenin when it should, and no one caring or even reading your blog and thats a fact~fact, called mindfulness, because one is free, just to laugh : '..... call the cops public indecency...etc with conspiracy to grope.!!! and if you turn it against me in the Bally dock i shall so mittigate "YourOnHer.....i am sorry i admit my guilt [whatever new crime this time will actually be committed rather than imaginary ones for PR purposes] ... I confess, my whole psyche did indeed do a little jig and volte face and do some real actual sedition plus rebellion ok lets just call it treason........ because there was this one day where in public dueling Socratic discourse .... where my enemy a female and hell shes fey and thats like black person "bad" meaning fab ... all so confusing mitigation on all word mistakes one lost track years ago which is exactly what the new left want cos they have absolutely no idea how to be green or stuff like that because their pronouncements of go battery car will always mean you go battery care, rather than WE all should take a lead from the Second Helpin and go by bike....even when its chilly....and that will help out save all the billions wasted on fat arses too.....and gastric bands ad inf....
[my my i mean plod, never mind senior religious biggot, for some years goaded "JC ... ehh yours was a a fake..... really its the first helping" even if perraps there are one or two other contenders of the female black hole variety " awwww yer know i only just figured what you were talkin about all these months years.... Jayy Seee i gettit!"
not my problem, i only know that engaging with the enemy, and meaning it, is good for the mind....which makes Christains far far more healthgivving than Alternative New Age mindfulness yogi tea bags because if one even suggests that perraps the claims on the side of their xmas hamper at 199 quid may not quite hold up to a good peer from even a bad scientist they run away drying, or nowadays try and get you arrested for something too.... usually words, when theirs are far more dangerous than any mere personal insult [always missread because if you do 'love' you challenge, but theres no accounting for everyone elses pain and static and flawedness, all i know is any important missive needs rereading at least 5 times even if colour coded ~only once ever did i get one of them inbox.... to figure what may be meant..... ] ....run away crying
'Yor Onnahhhh i stand convicted and certainly a bad boy .... but every single word and moment of life i should not be living, since that day being so "empowered" to be a naughty boy...... mitigate me by dint of just one small phrase it is impossible to ever hear from the nearly middle classes especially of the holey gender ...... in public, with Witnesses gathered.... " you are....right" ....... she deserved her grope, which is what you do to a fabulous woman who despite, the ....et ceterah......
and in errata filled subsidiarity like just in case a week later witha scientist watching she said it....again......
fuckin ell time to mean what i say and disappear. Utterly Reginaldianesque except doa proper job of it.....or it could get dangerous.

or at least change my name forever....to a unique one. which is all 'offence' ever comes down to and the fey minds of many a day canot apreciate the accident of birth, a 'fuckin wanker Jones, you thief conning people with false claims in your book, repent and change cos you were my mate' gets lost ... if you have a rarer birdname...it doesnt.... which is all anything ever came about....
A grown up would never care about some words that the moment they are writ are about the past. But then 25 years ago one saw in Nottas Ill how that in fact they were very ill despite their riches and where that perfectly good many years visited 'head shop' that sold used Doc Marts and other things used to kick the ball region of some fascist copper who had watched a bit too much nasty telly because life is simple, some of us said ' ehh no....you can watch Damien, me i chose to now draw the line... and sick behind it for life' ..... and decent second hand bandannas etc.... became a toy shop...expensive second hand toys ~ Dinky ones.... for rich grown up yuppies to buy as only they could afford the extortion racket on their design error souls....
All just part of the Mon...... designed so cleverly so as to stop people thinking.....and it took Hilary about 20 years to catch up with his posters everywhere including in my territory, on his rich dad's cash...'Play'......
I know when i am beat. However i also know when one does not need to talk with angels or even hold her hand (as that one i have searched in vain for since last December 17th, i mean what a way to celebrate aniversairres even if maybe there are two now, with her darkened front tooth and her gaze into my eyes outside the O~op and telling the truth about her village not talkin to her and hub just cos they have to curate the lairds game..... and she let me hold her hand....a lot... which is in fact all life is ever about.
The Mon [ c mee or i kill you, metaphorically] requires infantilisation...it was no design error. But there are other designs too, which is like err to every day virtually so enjoy her Monololithic success..... even if no one else gets it. I do...and that is the only meaning of life Because in fact aftera long long time of being humble i do think i understand.
The best angels are the ones who you know you don't need to talk with as they are authentic and once 'gifted' well thats enough any more in fact would be greedy....
And having got there, to that spot, on the metaphorical journey via all sorts of silver lined chillums ~ theirs...i need no drugs as they are as fake as the morons who need them for 'enlightenment' etc cet errr ahh....well......
It is indeed the definition of, 'gift'.
However there still remains that ultimate question and i never self aggrandise, because overclaiming is the epidemic now fatal to humanity and they all do it... so Cormack's Road even if it should have a big sticker on the front saying to a nation that cannot spell nuance or metaphor any more, its a fuckin joke, or a metaphor, thicko
and Eccerslike it'll be wrong as real Apoccolli involve things people cannot even see never mind be actually eaten by, never mind the inability to see the use for a Black Swan..... or the Inability to appreciate that indeed you can never predict them, or who you will fall in love with..... or may one day be your backstabberess...or whatever...or what the fuck ever......
Which is the exact opposite of what they want to do with their apps and smarties and ...control.
Pity...poor.... sad..... little gitteratti....
Which is the only of course vaguely 'offensive' word...pity.
Pity them all..... and until recently and that babe who writ nonsense Eccers with her poisonous snake twirled around upstuck Dawns menstrual masturbatory finger or should that be even babes on the rag probably get an itch at times thats called nature and i bet even if we have had Jane Fonda on old farts and vibrators with big lettering on the dials due failing site, s[plendin practical advice so why the ooohh ahh piety, i am sorry Jen+co will never dare to go that far......anyway....

Pity... is the only bad word even if it may take an OddEssayan decade to pro and con it into showing itself for real..... whether it desrves it or not ~ thats the subject of the only nasty word the Pee one.....
(oh yes i forgot Sweets, did one better she actually returned a book lent~ thats truly impossible...and then even took some 'advice' and her dad is getting it for crimboho already in her postbox....thats even more impossible, like a female as there are only two genders and even if they manage to grow pig dicks onto their bottoms so some new fangled maybe human can have double the fun sorry there is one not~ever~"innate"~cultural~CONstruct that can never be operated on its so skin deep, which is taking advice from bloke dotcom and meaning it and spending cash on his book recommendation for her most beloved dad ...or maybe its just cos she is 'secure' having had a great one .....)

Pity... (' you are right', plus actual stuff DOing on a chap's word, in a few weeks fuckin ekll this is not only impossible it is most undesired because being ignored is the cause that effects far more enjoyable deep musty smelling real poetry on walks with the hills and thats an absolute fact).... but even if the word of course can never be uttered in some quarters of the planet, well...maybe deep down that was what one day one would have to admit .....
Until.
Perraps.....but whata story i mean talk about better than the Q'eer'un and all the other nonsense on sky fairies who can't spell raisins put together....
I mean there is no such thing as 'narrative' that every shabby business school in YUK i am sure by now doles out every other spivvy word never mind failed thinker who ends up beinga mere journalist (exemptions 95% or Tariq and John Pil no not Noam cos hes far too snide really and you just know cant ever laugh at the totalitarianism in his own pants and the fact that Oggle cannot spell him..or even ubiquitous name tariq for that matter internot very good at all and never will be if America runs it as sadly except for Jackie of Gotham most of em are thick and cannot even listen to a question humbly begged!)

I have to get back to her somehow that yanky babe cos she began it although thats subjudice.... and censored as theres far too much to cover first that the next quarter of an Odd Essay deccano~timewise is gonna be busy
or was she an angel too as soon as a really good one comes along and you are trying to capture her for posteriority she is jabbin her crooked finger at the play her song button on my borrowed smartie pants....
I do not ever use for music.
or anything. just waiting.....
Never mind her proving beyond any doubt that there is no need ever for any minority support never mind facebook ganging up via their bullying little tribes to moan for clicks .... cos a mere whitey couldnt write like that! sorry no way never..... i know. I have been searchin for all the best..... because there is always a reason, Even if it got lost atop the Andes starved and its sundried skin eaten by a camel for some remaining h2o vapours no one else can other to evolve to extract...
Never ever......... ever, do not....be yourself. As long as that is you have done a lot of homework prior, to figure the kinda rules..... and that they change. Rousseau was a jolly useful chap on a fair bit of it but nasty sexist sexslave owning bastard on other bits of it...... the book aint finished yet.
Even if i am. Permanently.

Hahh hahh hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now, I am so bored of the old songs, even if they matter.
But, time zones, 'problems', and dreadful tall lanky egomaniacs with look~at~me clothing, interpreting their own songs, is the problem.....
Because even the king of the word, I mean you have to blessim once for ' don't take me so literally, i mean i may not quite exactly mean what i say....'
Now he has double the words he may well be able to explain, even if in the evil empire nuance went along with the first bullet into Mister Kings head, and education became a commodity, that he himself may just be an orange metaphor for the real problem....which is only ever 'us'.
Or that all stories and journeys, in my case utterly loads but not very far, may indeed just be parables. and her skirt metaphor for cloaking something in something....
Anyway all i know is that babe who wrote Ecclers....... fuckin elll talk about a time for this that and every other excuse for doin nuffin, and just rewriting the Good Book the real version, that's largely full of Natzsis who preach about the environment to their captive audience but when it comes to actually doin summit like go and help in the Woodlands....... save some carbon from being wasted..... no hope luv cos they are all fat sad townies, too thick to appreciate that the way to live with Armageddon ganging up with her Apocolypseship and 'bullying' the planet into being finished off and never ever to take her seriously is indeed to go and work off some of your blubber in the Woodlands even if you have terminal ague..... .....plus doin as bit of lumberjackin, well rather a lot actually.....
' [to the fellow lumberjack with ealth and safety gear, one lumberjack just in his rags and crox]hahh hahh your ex London babe, i bet she has loads of pics of you on her facebook "my hunky lumberjack love forever be jealous" '
neon flashin lumberjack: ' ehh no i think she has got to know that there is an actual real smell of mould involved when i come home at the end of a sweaty day and am too tired still to have installed her power shower....'
Their problems. All i do know is what a beautiful piece of literature, on time....
And that no 'Green' knows....use the enemy's words against her.....
Never ever blank off any tract.
I mean now that most of Africa has been poisoned by their self pitying Pyramid Scheme of tithes and conmen skimming of ninety percent on each church in the Botswanan jungles and their brains turned to mush as anyone knows the only way to deal with a fat mad bully is simply move away, en masse... a few months a whole city just goes on holiday a few clicks up the road ...... is the only way to avoid blood, and they may well be lesbians one in my day never actually knew cos no one actually cared.....
But even the mind numbed cult called Africa surely even if some of the few great speakers on the planet still can occasionally come from there, know.... that there's only ever one Universal picture and thats .... you either stay and complain or....walk away.
The definition of a bully is that they hit people in the schoolyard and do it for the spectacle....spakkkk tackle....err....as the gorgeous Cecile spat out in respect of any festivallehhhhh
so, walk......
Anyway back to lit......
Lit failed like everything else, so there's little point even walking other than to the banks of the terribly polluting habit that backward ignorant peoples have of burning their dad at the banks of the 'Ganga..' ohh dont that sound so ethnically respectfully pure Guardian mixed in with fuckin Tully ....
Indeed if one were to make a statement i think a can of petrol and the banks of that river so defiled by religious backwards garbage...that turned it into a garbage heap of candles and ashes..... would be poetical.

Now, having broken through a little while ago the dreadful political correctness or in fact what it really is which is a whole generation turning in on themselves and other easy targets like who is on their feed, rather than sacrificing things like their own time, so that they colour code their own rechargeable batteries sand remain zenned out enough to remember to charge the black spots together as that minimises every electron wasted, and the no black spots thyey too get charged up as a little team, too.....or help a neighbor as part of a team to save yet more wasted wood from the chippers or fires from hell.... or in fact the Greens, ehhh... with their self glorifying endless crap of emails preaching, remember that when i was a green and in awe of certain people who were far more dedicated and sorted than me ... age about 37 years ago..... well, they wouldnt forget that in announcements to gather perraps and ave a spilff in that was it Spanish babes house up there in the hills a bit above the Horseshoe.... well, despite the ganga they would remember that instruction on how to get to the rendezvous point one was, remember if we can to car share save wasting cash and other stuff.... further more it is 'inclusive' of the trailer trash who cannot afford a car....
All I know, for a fact, because it was obvious some seven years aggo we do indeed need a Ragged, of that world too, the one that has itself above all satire and even mildest critique, i know as i have slept with half of it....as i remind my gathered audience ....and book research must be the best fun ever for some years..... if its to be any good.
Not that anyone can read any more which is the ultimate dichotomy, in league with a ferret dragging it out of your unbuttoned fly as if its the yer last meal for the final barbecue in the sky, as paradoxical medicine for what was always one simplest of afflictions and the remedy always known as very very simple....pain, or at least a jolly good poke in the metaphorical eye such that it really metaphorically hurts, and wasit George who wrote the beginning of tyranny is the end of nuance or summit like that oh yes he had 'deliberate' end of nuance...... the definition of 'compassion' for humanity all of it is that one must appreciator that it can be accidental, too.....en masse
Looking Glass....
Preaching Angels
And cut glass for sale
Never even offering carshare to save the world Green gatherins...
to the chief [successful]agitators no motor only old bikes
is the only way to cure.....
Accidie.

none of which, along with nowt else is fake news which does not exist only bad journalism exists as it always has and of course it fails to pointy out what a truly wonderful year this has been, in that for some thirty odd every time one goes anywhere near a dentist they bully you into wasting time and money and planetary resources on the floss which they and every meedia for 30 years blackmails you into knowing that if you dont 'floss' you are some scummy lesser human.... I mean i am quite sure even Montagu herself the Ice Queen of the cackle when it seems to her it makes her look good, has piously linked to some next untrue version of the facts, which almost always do not begin with the first correct sentence which is Paradise or other evasions lead to more dead young babes in the Swat Valley....and that's naughty.... never mind self defeating and wastes everyone's time as so called Black lives don't matter would be out of business if they told the truth which is only brown people can do pure beautiful un~accidic oratory...and mean it
never mind write superb telly as my beautiful angel from Gothom itself helped me with this summer on my cornerstone when she had my screws onner ' right luv...you think you can be a fuckin take take tourist and read the Guardian too...no luv we even not educated me knew thirty seven years ago tourism pollutes the spirit.... you are only alowed out of my paradise [lower] if you GIVE something...ok fancy pants tv queen...if i were compiling my bucket list prior trippin over the bucket or my pants round my ankles as i run from your hotel bedroom yer ubby in arrears with his gun out....what should i watch before i die or at least pass on to one who matters..... if there is one left.... comeon silly Francine* endlessly tellin us "oh the best writing is now on the telly" sane people threw it out years ago but lets humour her just once.... cmon stop TAKE[uh]ing, tourism is just about alowed as long as you give too....and i dont want any of your filthy mere cents....'
And now i know what wink of an eye [hers] is really for..i wonder if she will remember my name..... I shall always remember hers.
Anyway lets keep to the point .... what a beautiful year to hear that so so many years of emotional abuse from snivveling gits called the meedia
never mind dentists ~ back pockets filled with bungs of mercantile wankers who laugh at their beating that Mon, and actual unfake facts long ago consigned to the dustbin of cant that leads directly to Will Self using far too big words about the fact he still cant forgive himself for beinga very bad self pitying junkie.
and all those smug fuckin bed partners who sneer just a tad at when one may have said ' i really do have a life to try and lead once you can be figured, wasting your time what the adverts have told you to do witha little piece of string and your teeth.... me i have many years just used a bit of matchstick now and again when i am really bored sat ina traffic jam perraps....
And that the OEd or was it Websters or Ced or whatever diversity of words we now have have acceded to a pathetic smug little git generation who think they have some purchase on existence which has always been it takes a century at least to figure out what use a new word may be....
cant even figure that fake news isnt one, its fuckin two....#
and not setting good examples to children by not confusding one word with two is not post modern its up the skirts of a jehova's Witness which is the darkest black whole of final solution ever invented by mere silly fake humanity....

Anyway what a beautiful year to hear...
all along lazy smelly (teeth gaps) me.....
was according to the science, actually......
right
And what a parable about fake
everything from news, to ads to smug middle class English women
to....dentists...
god i cant wait to tell mine
Because i know one man whos smile is so beautiful when i attack him.... meat clever in hand coming my gobzway.....
And it aint fake
Nor was my same sex marriage proposal....
Mid operation
cos i need his passport and maybe he needs mine.

..of the published Ladywriter's rather bad blog in a book which fails to tell any stories...the real ones...... like ' no i never even cracked a bottle with the great be~starred historian because i need to keep my version of the human communal biome to myself...' on her blurb: ' ohhhh my god vomit [sic] so you too have been on a "journey" [puke] did a bot write that bit..... ? .... because its every other word on Wireless Four and every other word is inhuman so I think we have athe final Apocolyptic self pitying equation down pat..or indeed up the Christian's skirts...and she laughed....a lot.)
So sad, when in fact one has at least ten hours a week in common, there are allways reasons ....not to.

So was it Pancho or neigh Lefty?
wore is gun outside is ipps....well i never
All I never is that my own personal most enjoyed time zone now I come to think of it may well be the issue and why one needs a Helpmeet....